Page 48 of The Winning Ticket

“Are you right now?” he asks huskily, and I grin at him.

“Yep. How you doin’ over there?” I pat his leg under the water.

When I go to move my hand away, he grabs it and keeps it there, holding my gaze. I take a sip of wine, continuing to stare into his eyes. I can feel the change between us, like two magnets fighting against the pull towards one another.

“What are we doing here, Bri?” he asks, leaving my hand right next to his rather impressive erection.

“It feels like you’ve got a bit of tension to work out there, Jake.” I take another sip of wine, and my pinky wanders a little.

Jake jerks under my touch.

I smirk before leaning across him again, my hand remaining where it is, and I place the glass back down. Jake inhales sharply and runs his nose up my neck before I move slowly back and look him in the eye.

“Need some help working out that tension?” My voice is low.

Jake hesitates before answering, searching my face. “You want to help me with my tension?”

I lean in closer to his face and move my hand to begin rubbing him over his board shorts. He takes another sharp breath. I know I’m pushing the boundaries of friendship right now, but our conversation earlier has had me reeling for the past few hours.

“I think I could really help ease that tension,” I whisper in his ear.

He grabs my fingers, stopping me from moving any further. His other hand grips my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye.

“Are you sure about this? Don’t start something you can’t finish, Brianna,” he says, his voice rough.

I bite my lip, knowing the effect it has on him, when his gaze drops to my lips for a fraction of a second.

“Oh, I have every intention of finishing, Jake. But I have some tension of my own that needs to be worked out… You game?”

He brings his lips close to mine, and we continue staring into each other’s eyes. “Oh, I’m game, Brianna.” His hand guides mine to begin to move again, his expression hungry. “But if we do this, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stop at just this once.”

I lick my lips, and he surges forward to crush his lips against mine, moving his hand from my chin to grip the back of my head and hold me there while his tongue begins to explore my mouth. I pant when he pulls back, my lips swollen, and his eyes roam over my face.

“If we do this, I want you in every room of this apartment. All weekend,” he practically growls, and my insides melt.

My heart begins to race while he looks at me through hooded eyes. I survey his face, attempting to keep the excitement from showing too much in my expression while pretending to think about it for a moment.

“Not like I have any other plans this weekend.”

He laughs darkly. “Yeah… Think you can handle a weekend of me between your legs?”

My eyes widen as I take in what he’s just said, his words shooting straight through me. I feel the corners of my mouth curl up, and I move my hand faster.

“Can you?” I reach my other hand up to squeeze my breast, watching his gaze drift down while I massage it, my other hand continuing to work him up.

“I’m game if you are, Little B.” His words are strained, and I again lean closer to his ear.

“Then bring it, JJ,” I whisper.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, he pulls my face to his once again, threading his fingers through my hair while gently nipping at my lip before kissing me. He swipes his tongue against my lower lip, silently asking to be let in. I open my mouth to him, sighing when he pulls me closer and pushes my hand away from his erection. I move it to the back of his neck and run my fingers through his hair.

He starts to move his lips down my neck while he begins exploring with his hand, moving it down to start massaging my other breast, and I moan breathlessly, already incredibly turned on. He pulls me over to straddle his lap, and I gasp when his erection rubs against my clit through both our bathing suits. He grips my hips and urges me to start moving on him, rocking me back and forth slowly, and we groan together at the sensation.

He moves to pull the string holding the bikini in place at the back of my neck, releasing my breasts. He immediately lowers his head, taking my right nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck slowly while I drop my head back with a sigh, overwhelmed by the sensations running through my body. Taking my left breast in his hand and pinching the nipple between his fingers, his other hand moves to my lower back. His fingers run lightly along the top of my bikini bottom while I continue rolling my hips, moaning at the overwhelming pleasure that is building.

He pulls his mouth away from my breast abruptly, looking up at me. My heart is racing so hard that I can hear it pounding in my ears, and I can feel his doing the same against my chest.

“Wait right here.” He shifts me off his lap, climbing out of the spa and sprinting inside, reappearing moments later with a square condom packet in his hand.

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